Momma creates a brave defense while cleaning up after the holiday party where dem bums dodged the deadly in law's red soxs.

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Just like a good Mother Momma was there applying a shot of vodka into a red wine glass then adding a pinch from the secret jar hiding in the cupboard. Taking only a few seconds the magical exercise made the in-laws’ red sox disappear.

“Poppa,” Momma spoke up from the washroom.

“Yes, Momma, the in laws sox are no longer red,”

“Are they black?”

“No Poppa, they are clean.”

“Great,” Poppa answered putting a pipe into his mouth, “they were very lucky fooling around with those handcrafted Colt 45 things,”

“Thank goodness, no one got hurt,” Momma retorted, “but dem bums down at the rail station were really angry and do we really know who married into our family?”

“Your right, dem bums are always dodging something and coming here with a gift like a Colt 45 was very military,” Poppa reflected upon the events that took place earlier in the week.

“Well, the in law was brave through the whole thing,”

“Our Vodka can do that to a person,” Poppa noted.

“And it makes red sox disappear!” Momma added.

Being very thankful that a war did not break out over the smallest misunderstanding they both had the luxury to laugh about the situation that nearly turned deadly.

Despite living in a modest cottage Poppa still had a window view to the train station and the lights on proclaiming that life was always inside the depot. Wondering if dem bums were still playing with the cards and hoping another skirmish was not going to break out Momma read his mind. “No, Poppa they put away the cards a long time ago,” Momma explained, “it is time for them to be brave in case the colt 45 issue rears its ugly head again.”

Poppa smiled, “do you think taking on the Colt 45 issue will create verbal warfare?”

“No, Poppa,” Momma responded, “I think being brave will prevail in the end and that attitude will be the true victor facing the Colt 45 debate.”

Seeming to be on cue the lights went off inside the train station and Poppa pondered if dem bums were done dodging things knowing soon they will be bickering over a hot stove.

Wiping his eyes Paulie emerged from the bedroom, “has Santa come?”

“Are all the windows open on the advent calendar?” Momma asked.

“No, we have a few more to open,”

“That means Santa is not going to be coming tonight,” Momma answered, “only when all the windows are open the jolly old fellow will bring us wonderful nuts and berries.”

By Marc OBrien

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